Never is a captain of the soul
That will feed upon itself to live
Its minions serve its purpose well
To defeat rationale, and hope
All while in anger's hold
Its lieutenants always near
Envy, jealousy, resentment, fear
They thrive in its wake
Sychophants of spirit
Reveling in unmitigated rage
Envy feeds and it shares
With anger and jealousy
Always creton's companions
They invite resentment in
And fear comes to feast
Anxiety serves them well
A noble spread of contempt
Where shame is covered over
And guilty are not able to see
For embarrassment would come
There is a great loneliness
That annoyance tries to deny
The ever growing frustration
Of acceptance's anticipation
All while in anger's hold